Lin Shuang turned on the air conditioner and looked back to see Senior Song Qingqing staring at him with an expression as if she was deeply moved.
"…Teacher Song, with that expression, it feels like I've successfully hypnotized you and can now do whatever I want."
Senior Song instantly went from moved to disgusted, "Don't sweet talk your teacher!"
"It was obviously you who started it."
Lin Shuang took a lap around the cultural and creative store and found the wheelchair Meng Qingming used for mobility.
"Here, you can also use this Ferrari. There aren't many students around during the vacation, so you can directly speed along in this wheelchair to catch shrimp— You know what I mean by catching shrimp, right?"
Senior Song Qingqing swayed her body left and right like a little girl coaxing her family to buy her a Barbie doll.
Stop it, for heaven's sake! Remember your age, Senior!
"I've told you we don't have a generation gap! I get along with students very well!"
